The sensation was indescribable.
Grace felt as though she was being stretched and compressed simultaneously, as if every atom in her body had briefly existed in multiple places at once. Colors that had no names flashed behind her closed eyelids. Sounds that couldn't possibly exist in a vacuum rang in her ears.
Then it stopped, and everything settled into an eerie calm.
D-Triggon descended through Vael'thoria's atmosphere with the smooth grace of a vessel designed for exactly this kind of operation.
AJ-X08 handled the transition expertly, adjusting for atmospheric density, compensating for wind currents, and maintaining perfect stability despite forces that would have torn apart less sophisticated craft.
Grace pressed against a viewport, watching the landscape below with wide eyes. Deserts stretched to the horizon, broken by rock formations and scattered oases. Mountain ranges rose in the distance, their peaks touching clouds.
